Beyonca pov~
I woke up with tight arms around me. I looked back at Issa. I really had to use the bathroom but Issa wouldn't let me.
"Where you goin ma?" Issa said in this sexy ass morning voice. "Bathroom" I replied. He let me go and I went to do my business then brushed my teeth. I hopped in the shower.
10 minutes later the sliding shower door opened. Issa got in the shower. His hands traveled my body. But I didn't want to do anything. "Stop Issa" I said as he began kissing my neck. He continued and I again said stop but more sternly.
He ignored me so I pushed his hands off me and got out. I heard him smack his lips as I rolled my eyes.
"What's up with ya ass" I heard Issa say. I chuckled. "Are you mad". "Man shut the fuck up, I wouldn't have a reason to be mad if you woulda just gave me the kat." He said. I instantly got mad. "Issa who the fuck you talm to huh. You that mad I ain't fuck you huh. Er'thang not about fuckin sex Issa. Shit we was friends foe we was foolin round and now you wanna take shit to the ma'fuckin heart. Fuck outta Hea. Last night just won't enough huh." I yelled makin my accent come out.
"Man fuck outta here Beyonca. Shit you trippin. In my ear and shit. Right now it is about the sex. I told yo ass how I felt and you wasn't sayin shit so that's how it is. We wouldn't even be in this situation if you wasn't a hoe" he yelled back. My eyes got wide.
"Beyonca I ain't mean t-" I cut him off. "Shut the fuck up. You wanted thangs to be like this. You said no strings attached and I just followed. And nah er'thang not about fuckin sex. We had a friendship befoe this. I had feelings foe you befoe we started this and what did you say huh you said nah ion wanna relationship cause I can't be tied down. I only want sex and that's what I gave you. I pushed my feelings aside cause that's what you wanted. I lost my feelings and er'thang was strictly sex. But now you wanna have feelings." I laughed and cried. That's how you know a bitch crazy.
"You wanna have fuckin feelings. Well to ma'fuckin bad. Cause this shit done. I'm done. Shit imma hoe right. Welp guess it won't be hard replacing me."
"Yonca don't do this man I ain't mean it. I was mad. "
I just shook my head and finished getting dressed. I gathered my things than looked at him in disgust. "Strictly business from na on." I said walkin out the door.
Remembering I didn't drive here I called cole.
Phone conversation
Bestfriend😂😍💜:wassup baby moms?
Beyonca:hey can you come get me?
Bestfriend😂😍💜: what you not at Issas no more.
Beyonca:yea I am. It's just-
Bestfriend😂😍💜:tell me when you get in the car I'm bout to pull up
5 minutes later I saw cole pull up and I hopped in.
Wassup. He said. I told him everything. He started laughing cause I was mad and my accent was still coming out.
I pushed him and we headed to the trap. I walked into my office and to the closet so I could get some different clothes and head to meet trey.
I pulled out some black high waisted ripped jeans,a black crop top, a teal button up jersey leaving the buttons undone, and my teal kid ink timberlands. I put my hair in a bun and decided to put in my bottom grill.
I grabbed some gold hoops. I put on mascara,eye liner, and black lipstick. I made some of the basic shit look cute as fuck.
I grabbed some already rolled blunts out of my office drawer. I yelled for cole telling him to come on and hopped in my black on black 2015 corvette. And I soon saw cole trailing me.
